Whitefish River You're going to get what you deserve.

Hope this is ok!

Considering most of his mending had been done by a collective of herbalists, and their typical toolkit included chamomile, he saw no harm in letting this healer experiment. It would help her learn, right? And in the end the pack would benefit from one more tactic discovered and mastered. So he grunted and gave a nod, then after a pause he followed up with a grim (but sincere) comment. Thank you, he said with a glance at her young face.

It would take some time for her to find enough chamomile, but he'd wait patiently; there was nowhere else he needed to be, and such a wound needed tending. Whenever she did encounter him again he would sit calmly while she administered it; no more talk of his previous experience would pass his lips, even if she would ask. It was a part of his life that was well beyond him now, and it pained him to think about the easy life he'd left behind with Nettle.